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[Tay Thormear]

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Tay laid in bed, his fingers interlocked behind his head. His mind wondered rapidly, reviewing the recent meeting he had with his father, Beowulf. He had just put Atira to bed and came down stairs to read, when Beowulf entered.

"Come sit Tay." Beowulf spoke with a stern voice.

Tay nodded his agreement and sat on the couch. He was quite caught off guard due to the irregular visit. Beowulf hardly, in fact never, came around the house unless it had to visit with mother. Tay watched Beowulf in awe as the man paced back and forth of the fire place.

"I'll be straight with you, your becoming older now and mature enough to have a full conversation with. You've been training with your Umbrian teachers for sometime now and I haven't offered a shred of help to you. After attending the last bit of your class that one night, I realized that their teaching you thing's that I have long put to my past. I'd like to however help guide you in your path of becoming a fine shapen warrior Tay."

Tay's eyes slightly widened at Beowulf's remark. The person he envied most, aside from the Matriarch's and his mother. He watched Beowulf's eyes as he turned to face the boy.

"I don't know whether or not Ceinwyn..." Beowulf cleared his throat, "Ms. Ab'Arawn has told you any stories of me. There was a day though, that I once was the Necromancer Captain of the Dark Order. I helped trained your Matriarch. Years later I fought along side her, very briefly, in the Legion of Justice. Long story short, I know what I'm talking about when it comes to necromancy. Some of your teacher's may be able to teach you a bit more 'in depth' lesson's of necromancy and it's dark magic, but I can cover the important bases. I'm also trained in with swords of all shapes and sizes." Beowulf reached into a bag that he had brought with him. He produced a long dark kryss, it was engraved with an "T" on the handle. He spun it around and took the blade in both hands, passing the butt of the weapon over to Tay.

Tay continued to be speechless. Beowulf had seemed to ignore him for so long but so quickly he was making up for lost time.

"That kryss is a special weapon Tay. It was made by some of the finest crafter's in Sosaria. The weapon is most magical because any warrior, no matter their profession, whether it be macing, swordsmanship, or fencing, can use it. I had the letter "T" engraved on it for Tay Thormear. Use it proudly, it may be one of the best weapons you ever hold."

Tay looked up to Beowulf, "Thank you father." is all he said.

"Aside from your WIT classes and trainings, you will be training with me. You will learn your scholars and other survival tactics at WIT, and I will teach you to fight. Most people assume that I'm an easy going fella, don't like to press too hard. Despite what many may think, I am an extremely hard man when it comes to training, there's no time for tears, time-outs, or injury's. Do you understand?"

Tay nodded quickly. He wasn't completely sure what to think at this point. Never quite understood why his father's greatness was wasted in Moonglow. Now however, his father was offering to teach him what he knew.

"Good. Rest tonight, tomorrow your training with me begins. Remember, a foolish man fights to die, a brave man fights to survive, and a proud man fights to conquer."

Tay now laid on his bed, staring up at the ceiling. He repeated the last phrase his father had spoken before he left. He wasn't quite sure what he meant, but he was sure he'd find out.